User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-4677325-20140616035721/@comment-3135907-20140804133635

Falling on all fours, the mink scrabbles away with an ability born of mustelids to his mercenary "reinforcements". Regaining a standing position in a moment's time, he points a chipped dagger at Flynn (since his ranseur is lying on the ground near where he dropped). "It's that riverdog agin, cullies, showed up agin arter all the kindness we showed 'im when last we met. 'Pon me affydavy, mates, the beast wot gets him'll take pore Umbrag's place as seckint mate an' two extry shares of the plunder we takes this season!" The vermin exchange nasty grins.